2nd Anointing - Apprentice Andram - Chapter 3
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When Apprentice Andram was directed into the sacred chambers—a mystical place of thin curtains and oppressive beauty—he was no longer the unsure boy that The Order very first interviewed so lengthy ago. He had been studied by Sir Kemp, ordained by Sir Figata, and disciplined scrupulously by Professors Fantana and Cox. Those ample men had transferred the tiny boy down the assembly line of their passions, probing his progress, and prepping him to meet its most enigmatic and preeminent member—Grandmaster Legrand.Master Legrand waited in a crisp white suit, alabaster tie, and cream suspenders. Every aspect of the towering stud was pure—pure power, pure masculinity, pure certainty. With steely steadiness, he took hold of the boy in his ample strolling hands.He muttered holy ...He muttered holy words, and peeled Jerk free of his compass-covered shirt. He caressed his pecs and traced calloused thumbs via the tummy and crotch. Within a moment, he left Jerk trembling, moist with sweat.Legrand undressed Jerk down to just his covenant garments, which tense the boy's excitement. When Legrand eventually fished Jack's member out of his last cloth, Jerk perceived himself dissolve away in Legrand's arms. It was as if the entire Order itself embraced him, and kept him safe and restricted in its grasp.The grandmaster led his apprentice to the holy altar, which was adorned with a delicate red fabric. Other than Jack's pallid body, it was the only source of color in the sacred chambers. His assets was laid upon there, and obliged to squirm under the well-practiced mouth of Legrand.The Sir sampled the flavors of the boy's taint and member. He made sure every part of Jack's tender anatomy tasted as it should, and reacted to The Order's touch as expected.Splayed and spread via the altar, the tiny bottom begged for the Sir to take him. And not just to take his hole, or his lust, but to take his soul and lift it up. He wanted Sir Legrand to tear up him so scrupulously that it would raise him higher in The Order's estimation, and grope just a bit of the master’s intensity onto him.He wanted to be a vessel upon which The Order itself would catapult itself, in any orifice it craved, with any and all meaning that came with it…And that's exactly what Sir Legrand was there to do—to catapult meaning directly into the boy's innards, with a managed agony and rapture the luvs of which can only be obtained thru his hips, intergenerational thrusts, and considerable seed.Master Legrand unzipped his pristine white pants and fished out his cock. This instrument of The Order's will was much larger and bigger than the apprentice was prepped to witness. A smallish droplet of precum cascaded from the head, and glistened on its surface.Jack's eyes were glued to the sight. It was so massive! He found himself in awe of the great, shiny thing that spread out before him. When Sir Legrand inched forward, aimed his sinewy member, and pressed the head at his entrance, it was a fresh arousal for the boy. He was spread open like a book. He wasn't sure if he had even desired of witnessing such a thing before, much less taking it.And take it, he did! Jerk choked at the gusto of the Grandmaster's lollipop spreading his ring, then bucking inwards him like some kind of ample animal. Jack's rump was crammed to the brink with dick beyond comprehension.As Sir Legrand slammed into him over, and over, and over again, the illuminated room seemed to pulse in time with the jackhammer at Jack's prostate. The apprentice became diminished to groans and sobs and sensation. No thoughts laid with him, only the strength of the stud claiming his hole.After an eternity of bouncing on the Master's handsome phallus, he perceived a fresh fever spread thru him. He was flooded by a good tide of super-fucking-hot cum. It was a torrent that the boy's tear up hole couldn't contain. The delectation of it washed over him like a wave—it was the most glorious feeling of his life.With Sir Legrand's lollipop sunk deep inwards the boy, and his mitts holding the boy's head firmly in place, and his jism wiped and unloaded upon the boy's nether regions, the 2 kissed. Their throats sealed together. Jerk was addressed to The Order, and now, sunk deep within his guts and mind, he carried their lessons, and a thirst to learn more...
When Apprentice Andram was directed into the sacred chambers—a mystical place of thin curtains and oppressive beauty—he was no longer the unsure boy that The Order very first interviewed so lengthy ago. He had been studied by Sir Kemp, ordained by Sir Figata, and disciplined scrupulously by Professors Fantana and Cox. Those ample men had transferred the tiny boy down the assembly line of their passions, probing his progress, and prepping him to meet its most enigmatic and preeminent member—Grandmaster Legrand.Master Legrand waited in a crisp white suit, alabaster tie, and cream suspenders. Every aspect of the towering stud was pure—pure power, pure masculinity, pure certainty. With steely steadiness, he took hold of the boy in his ample strolling hands.He muttered holy ...He muttered holy words, and peeled Jerk free of his compass-covered shirt. He caressed his pecs and traced calloused thumbs via the tummy and crotch. Within a moment, he left Jerk trembling, moist with sweat.Legrand undressed Jerk down to just his covenant garments, which tense the boy's excitement. When Legrand eventually fished Jack's member out of his last cloth, Jerk perceived himself dissolve away in Legrand's arms. It was as if the entire Order itself embraced him, and kept him safe and restricted in its grasp.The grandmaster led his apprentice to the holy altar, which was adorned with a delicate red fabric. Other than Jack's pallid body, it was the only source of color in the sacred chambers. His assets was laid upon there, and obliged to squirm under the well-practiced mouth of Legrand.The Sir sampled the flavors of the boy's taint and member. He made sure every part of Jack's tender anatomy tasted as it should, and reacted to The Order's touch as expected.Splayed and spread via the altar, the tiny bottom begged for the Sir to take him. And not just to take his hole, or his lust, but to take his soul and lift it up. He wanted Sir Legrand to tear up him so scrupulously that it would raise him higher in The Order's estimation, and grope just a bit of the master’s intensity onto him.He wanted to be a vessel upon which The Order itself would catapult itself, in any orifice it craved, with any and all meaning that came with it…And that's exactly what Sir Legrand was there to do—to catapult meaning directly into the boy's innards, with a managed agony and rapture the luvs of which can only be obtained thru his hips, intergenerational thrusts, and considerable seed.Master Legrand unzipped his pristine white pants and fished out his cock. This instrument of The Order's will was much larger and bigger than the apprentice was prepped to witness. A smallish droplet of precum cascaded from the head, and glistened on its surface.Jack's eyes were glued to the sight. It was so massive! He found himself in awe of the great, shiny thing that spread out before him. When Sir Legrand inched forward, aimed his sinewy member, and pressed the head at his entrance, it was a fresh arousal for the boy. He was spread open like a book. He wasn't sure if he had even desired of witnessing such a thing before, much less taking it.And take it, he did! Jerk choked at the gusto of the Grandmaster's lollipop spreading his ring, then bucking inwards him like some kind of ample animal. Jack's rump was crammed to the brink with dick beyond comprehension.As Sir Legrand slammed into him over, and over, and over again, the illuminated room seemed to pulse in time with the jackhammer at Jack's prostate. The apprentice became diminished to groans and sobs and sensation. No thoughts laid with him, only the strength of the stud claiming his hole.After an eternity of bouncing on the Master's handsome phallus, he perceived a fresh fever spread thru him. He was flooded by a good tide of super-fucking-hot cum. It was a torrent that the boy's tear up hole couldn't contain. The delectation of it washed over him like a wave—it was the most glorious feeling of his life.With Sir Legrand's lollipop sunk deep inwards the boy, and his mitts holding the boy's head firmly in place, and his jism wiped and unloaded upon the boy's nether regions, the 2 kissed. Their throats sealed together. Jerk was addressed to The Order, and now, sunk deep within his guts and mind, he carried their lessons, and a thirst to learn more...
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